One of the problems with being Paolo Bataller is that the guy doesn't know how to dress up.
I admit it. For me, life was simpler back then when I had no "income" to speak of, when I was simply feeding off my parents' goodwill. Whenever I needed new apparel, I simply had to ask, make "padungog", or otherwise look grief-stricken (to digress, I remember this one time when I was in Grade 1 and my siblings had new, cool rubber shoes with lights flashing out of the soles. Envious, I ended up stroking their shoes in mournful worship whenever Mama was around to see me. And voila! Several days later, Papa had a gift for me: new rubber shoes. That was when I learned the fine art of acting).
In buying my new clothes, the script would go as follows: I would go to the deparment store with Papa, Mama and my sister in tow (my pro bono fashion consultants, so to speak), armed with a weapon of choice: an ATM or a credit card.
Then I let them take the lead. I would wander off somewhere, keeping up the facade that I'm intently looking for that fortunate piece of cloth that will grace my awesome physique (this is my blog. I can write anything I want).
But the truth of the matter is: I'm simply waiting for my consultants to make their recommendations and advise me on what I should wear. Besides, why should I labor with the existential dilemma of choosing what clothes are right for me when I can have dependable people to do it with gusto? So that's how it goes. My consultants recommend something. I wear it. I give a few opinions every now and then but I usually end up wearing what they suggest. Life is good. Until now.
Nowadays, I do my shopping alone and it bothers me how so mundane an activity can be so nerve-wracking. Is this right for me? What if this is too big? Do the colors make me darker or lighter? What am I doing here by the way? Is this the women's department? What if I do this later? I really need to eat...
Truth be told, I still don't like buying my own apparel. But thankfully, after several months of wearing the same clothes over and over again, I now have an idea about what I should wear:
Polos/Shirts- Large/Medium. Preferably no print, just plain. In blue, yellow, red, green, earth colors whatever. Just stay away from orange or neon green. Would like a rainbow of polos and shirts in the closet.
Shorts/Slacks/Pants- Waistline: 29 to 31 inches. No skinny jeans (Why wear something uncomfortable?). Plain style= no patterns, checkers, or stripes. For jeans, plain blue. For slacks, plain black.
Shoes- White rubber shoes and black leather shoes. Pointed shoes are a no-no.
Last but not the least, I don't go for accessories. I am not fond of wearing ornamental belts or anything resembling a welding shop. I also don't like arm/wrist bands for the irrational reason that they block off my circulation. I also don't go for shades, or scarves or what not.
To sum it up, if there is one fact that I want my clothes to say, it would be this: I am Paolo Bataller and I AM A SIMPLE GUY.
I admit it. For me, life was simpler back then when I had no "income" to speak of, when I was simply feeding off my parents' goodwill. Whenever I needed new apparel, I simply had to ask, make "padungog", or otherwise look grief-stricken (to digress, I remember this one time when I was in Grade 1 and my siblings had new, cool rubber shoes with lights flashing out of the soles. Envious, I ended up stroking their shoes in mournful worship whenever Mama was around to see me. And voila! Several days later, Papa had a gift for me: new rubber shoes. That was when I learned the fine art of acting).
In buying my new clothes, the script would go as follows: I would go to the deparment store with Papa, Mama and my sister in tow (my pro bono fashion consultants, so to speak), armed with a weapon of choice: an ATM or a credit card.
Then I let them take the lead. I would wander off somewhere, keeping up the facade that I'm intently looking for that fortunate piece of cloth that will grace my awesome physique (this is my blog. I can write anything I want).
But the truth of the matter is: I'm simply waiting for my consultants to make their recommendations and advise me on what I should wear. Besides, why should I labor with the existential dilemma of choosing what clothes are right for me when I can have dependable people to do it with gusto? So that's how it goes. My consultants recommend something. I wear it. I give a few opinions every now and then but I usually end up wearing what they suggest. Life is good. Until now.
Nowadays, I do my shopping alone and it bothers me how so mundane an activity can be so nerve-wracking. Is this right for me? What if this is too big? Do the colors make me darker or lighter? What am I doing here by the way? Is this the women's department? What if I do this later? I really need to eat...
Truth be told, I still don't like buying my own apparel. But thankfully, after several months of wearing the same clothes over and over again, I now have an idea about what I should wear:
Polos/Shirts- Large/Medium. Preferably no print, just plain. In blue, yellow, red, green, earth colors whatever. Just stay away from orange or neon green. Would like a rainbow of polos and shirts in the closet.
Shorts/Slacks/Pants- Waistline: 29 to 31 inches. No skinny jeans (Why wear something uncomfortable?). Plain style= no patterns, checkers, or stripes. For jeans, plain blue. For slacks, plain black.
Shoes- White rubber shoes and black leather shoes. Pointed shoes are a no-no.
Last but not the least, I don't go for accessories. I am not fond of wearing ornamental belts or anything resembling a welding shop. I also don't like arm/wrist bands for the irrational reason that they block off my circulation. I also don't go for shades, or scarves or what not.
To sum it up, if there is one fact that I want my clothes to say, it would be this: I am Paolo Bataller and I AM A SIMPLE GUY.
3 comments:
I happen to be a very good stylist. Ask Paddy. Haha. I make a very good shopping buddy too! :) I can be your shopping buddy/personal shopper! Hahaha..
Pwede, Paige!
Hahaha.. Let me know when you're planning to blow all your cash on things you don't really need but are buying anyway coz i tell you they make you look cool. :)
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